Gus was the best pet rock I could have ever hoped for. We enjoyed long walks in the woods, or sharing cheese biscuits at Red Lobster. But for some reason, I felt compelled to abandon poor Gus out by the quarry, hoping he would find a new life amidst the coarse and rugged rocks that lived there. I'll never forget his confused yet hopeful look as I drove away, his little gray and pebbly countenance growing dimmer and distant in the rear view mirror....*sob* I want him BACK SO MUCH!!
Can you please help me find my pet rock and help us become the good friends we were before? *sniff sniff*........*choke*....
GUS!! FORGIVE ME!!
boo hoo hoo hoo................(buries weeping metallic head into your stomach, uses shirt to wipe tears, violently blow nose)
2007-07-03
18:14:41
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